Mike and I have been friends for about a year. He was married, I was not. As most friends, we’d hang out or drive somewhere and beer was always involved although we weren’t drunkard alcoholics. I always knew my limit and Mike seemed to know his too, so it never was a problem to wind down, call it a night, and go our separate ways. Except this one time…
“You’re going to have to drive,” he says.
We had been at an outdoor party with some friends of Mike. It was the kind of party that people bring lawn chairs and set up for a while. There was a number of BBQ pits going and everyone was sharing food like hamburgers and hot dogs. It was Mike’s idea to go to this thing, so he drove and I rode with him leaving my car at his house.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I don’t know if it was the sun or what, but I can’t drive. We’ve got to go. You need to drive my truck back to my house,” he explains.
He owned a 10-year old white pickup truck with a regular cab with automatic transmission but manual everything else. Inside was composed of a long, red cloth front bench seat and dirty rubber floor mats. It fit Mike. He was basic and to-the-point, just like this truck.
It’s weird driving someone else’s vehicle – even more weird to have them sitting next to you in the passenger seat. Mike didn’t look sloppy drunk or ready to blackout though. I think he just barely crossed that line where he started to panic about getting pulled over. I understand that.
“Thanks man. I really appreciate it,” he says.
“No problem, Mike. I would do anything for ya,” I reply.
“I haven’t talked much about it, but I think I’m going to be divorcing my wife soon and I didn’t want a DUI to mess things up and make me look bad.”
Wow! I had no idea they were getting divorced! Mike complained about her a lot, but divorce seemed pretty serious. In my mind, it was like a “next move” life transition kind of moment.
“Oh man, that sucks. You deserve better,” I say. I’m really hinting him, hoping he’ll share more of the story, but I don’t want to come out and be blunt about it.
“You think so? I don’t know what I want anymore,” Mike says.
“Oh yeah, dude. I mean, you’re pretty good looking. You’ve got a good job, you’ve got a house… you got your shit together. Girls will be begging to go out with you. Hell, if I was a girl I’d fuck you.”
Oh no. Did I just say that? Maybe I had more to drink than I should have…
“Yeah, I know. I get that.” Mike says. He seems to have completely ignored that last sentence. Maybe he didn’t hear it since the windows are rolled down.
As I eventually pull his truck into his chat circle driveway, I pull up past the tree and under the shade away from the street and closer to the house side door. I put it in park and turn off the engine.
“Did you mean that?” Mike asks.
“Mean what?” I ask.
“That you’d do anything for me?”
“Sure, I guess. Drove you home, didn’t I?”
Mike then slides over on the bench seat, closer to me, and puts my hand on his left thigh of his blue jeans.
In any other circumstance I would probably pull my hand away and shout a few ego-saving profanities, but then Mike put his hand on my right thigh and says, “I need you right now. I want to cum inside you.”
Shocked and aroused happened at the exact time! I felt a grin on my face and as I looked around to see if it was possible for anyone to catch us, I glanced down near Mike’s crotch and I could see his dick getting bigger inside those jeans. Before I could think, his other hand went behind my head and his fingers went through my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. He kisses me and I feel a tingle in my lower stomach as he slightly bites my bottom lip.
I had never done anything like this before but I have fantasized many times and Mike was one of those dreams. He was attractive, like I said. His body was slightly muscular and he always had a smell that triggered my brain into wanting to get closer.
Mike whispers in my ear, “I want you so bad right now.” Then he arched his back a little, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then slid them down to his ankles. I had to do a second-take when I noticed his underwear went down with it. He took my hand and placed it on his naked thigh whispering “Touch me”.
As I moved my hand a little up and down from where he started me, my head filled with wild ideas. Maybe it was his smell that was driving me further, but I leaned my head towards his neck and inhaled that scent. Oh my God, I almost came in my pants just knowing this was really happening right now! So close to his ear, I whisper, “I want you, Mike.” and my hand moved from his leg to graze the top of his balls and then surround his shaft.
As I began to stroke it up and down, Mike’s head tilted back and he let out a sigh. “Oh yes. I like that.”
I realize how much control I have with his pleasure and with a deep breath I suddenly have this new energy. “Slide over that way a little,” I say with extreme confidence, suggesting he put a little space between us. I see a little precum on the tip of his dick and I decide right then and there that this fantasy is about to follow my script. I want to make him cum and I want to taste it.
After he scoots down with his pants around his ankles and his dick rock hard, I lean over and flick the tip of his dick with my tongue to slurp up that precum drip. The moment my tongue touches, his hand goes behind my neck and I open my mouth to wrap my lips around him.
“Oh that feels so good,” he says with a sigh. “Yes, please, suck it for me.”
I place one hand near the base of his shaft and wrap my mouth around the rest, sucking as I pull my head up. With my nose buried in his crotch, my brain is tingling as I think about my friend’s dick in my mouth. For five minutes or so, his heart race continues to increase and he’s rubbing my head with both hands going through my hair. At this point, I couldn’t care if someone caught us or not. I like it and I want him to cum.
“Oh, that’s it. Right there. Oh my God. Uh-huh. Fuuuuucccccckkk…”
His dick must have shot in my mouth like 4 or 5 times as his body shuttered. His cum tasted a little salty and had a gooey texture but not in a bad way whatsoever. It was hot and a little ran down his shaft so I kept sucking and slurping to get as much as I could.
I lifted my head up slightly just to stare at his dick while I still held it at the base. I couldn’t resist, I brought my face in closer again to run my tongue along the length and pop the tip in and out of my mouth.
“I needed that. I haven’t had a blowjob for years from my wife. That was fucking amazing man,” Mike says.
“Like I said, I’d do anything for you brother.”
I never, ever consider myself a cock sucker. But after Mike let me, I’m really kind of into it. To see that satisfied grin on his face gave me a feeling I’ve never had before and I’m addicted to his taste. I wonder if he’ll play with my ass next time.